Reality Check Lyrics & Tabs by Various Artists - Grapetree Records

Reality Check

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Various Artists - Grapetree Records

Album : Muzik Ta Ride 2, Vol. 3PlayStop

I can see that bullshit from a mile away You can stack my money bout a mile away I got three white bitches like it's powder day Mink coat with the rolls like a Shar Pei And all my bitches sexy, call them Barbies She lookin' back like I'm flexin', baby no way And lately, I been on that D'usse, yee Got me a check, I got a check Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (sheesh, sheesh) Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (sheesh) Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (yeah, yeah-yeah!) Money on my mind, I got money on my brain Money in my pants, I got money I call change 20, 50, 100, 500 millions made Big hunna Thugga, screamin' free that Gucci Mane If I need some racks, I'mma flip me some packs I talk like I want and she don't say nothin' back If cops pull up, I put that crack in my crack Or I put that brack in my brack Call little shawty, made her fuck on my brodie If you don't owe me, bitch, still act like you owe me I promise I won't ever quit, bitch I'm Kobe And I whip that white, you can snow me Snow the Young Thugger I whip it, that bitch, yeah, she know me Young Thugger Yeah, she shinin' like butter The bitch from Chicago, I call her young Cutler Leave it to Beaver I pull up in Bentleys with London, they all want to meet him Yeah, they all wanna greet him They pull down they pants and they all wanna eat him, uh No, they won't tease on that dick They won't read on that dick, they won't leash on that dick Don't Felicia that dick, Mamacita that dick They gon' snitch on that dick And she screamin' loud, she can't secret that dick Mama a beast on that dick If she bad, I'm gon' and Four Season that bitch Eat that lil bitch, I'mma feast that lil bitch, mm Bitch I'm a Migo, I play with kilo When I put ice on, I am Sub-Zero All of my niggas, they hard, call 'em beetles Niggas was fake so I kept me a Ruger in Regals Droppin' the top on the Bentley I'm with the Birdman, yeah the eagle Geeked out my mind, man I'm tripping out I don't know none of these people Make my little shawty go get me a four and bring back me a liter Yes, I got threats, I'm not worried bout that They know they can get wet and I swear I done Young like, baby baby baby, I need racks Baby baby, baby baby baby, I need racks Baby baby, baby baby baby, I want racks Baby baby, baby baby baby, I need racks, hey!


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